[Finally, he's done. The sounds drift away and he just sits there, staring at his tablet.

We can't let this place win.

Flynn was right. He had to... he wipes his face with a sleeve. Had to fight this. Had to.]

Destiny?

[He's quiet. A sniff. The last time he thought about destiny, Ego was there and...yeah.]

I don't know. Maybe. Maybe not.